Him that is fallen, the physical sun
Progenitor of the devil, serpent of time
Adjustment at the will in Teloah we are
alive
And in darkness enabled to being-becoming the one
Death, the final release
The dragon spreads his
wings
Telocvovim
Death, the friend with loving arms
And claws to rend this world apart
Telocvovim
A cycle of cycles,
always alone
Yet never lonely, at the bed of a harlot
Tiphereth, Saturnus, whom aeons begot
Another time a stranger, let him be
known
Death, the final release
The draongs spreads his wings
Telocvovim
Death, the friend with loving arms
And claws to
rend this world apart
Telocvovim
It was you who heard the Seraphim sing
While I rode the sharpest banshee sting
A toll of
hellish might
But whose is the nobler power to clain?
The one light-hearted or of the darkest fame
Alas, for both are but pawns
in a cosmic game
Regardless of the aim of their flight
A luminous spear brought new light into my blinded eyes
He lives in
all of you
686, 1409, 1345,266
Death, the final release
The draongs spreads his wings
Telocvovim
Death, the friend
with loving arms
And claws to rend this world apart
Telocvovim
